In what has become a tradition, Master gave me my 'traveling stripes' today.
I am meeting my daughter and her family at an indoor water park for the weekend. I will then be taking the train to my son's for a week. Master feels...and it has been proven.....that stripes from a caning stay with me longer than other spankings.
After my naked kneeling , i am over Master's lap, enjoying a wonderful hand warm-up.
Master then tells me it is time for my stripes. I groan....He reminds me that a caning stays with me....and reminds me....i am His. I get into position, and wait. He is spanking in sets of six. After each set, Master stops to rub...and maybe some chat about expectations while i am away. After a few sets, instead of rubbing my bottom with His hands, He steps forward and uses His body. I tell Him how much nicer that is....trying to encourage Him...lol.
I finally hear last set....10 this time. Before i can groan, He continues, you can choose...harder, the same or lighter, since you enjoyed it last time. The first stroke is very light....so i say harder. He increases, but not by much. I keep saying harder until around the sixth or seventh one...when i revert to the same. We get to the last one, and i say harder....and it is , but not as hard as i feared. Master asks if it is enough....i assure Him it is....
I properly thank Master for my stripes, and we move on to making me breathless and needing permissions. Master is pinching my stripes and playing with clit, making the pain/pleasure connection obvious and .....strong. After my permissons, we snuggle as Master reminds me....out of sight, is not out of mind or out of submission....i am still His...not matter where i am.